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"I am not sending this to Ty, alright? I'm going to go out with him tomorrow night, tell him you and I are dating, and then things will be back like they were before, ok?" Bay told him.

Emmett rolled his eyes and was about to protest a bit more, but Bay stopped him. "And then I'll come back to my awesome boyfriend and we'll spend some time together, alright?"

Before he could say anything else, though, Bay leaned down and pressed her lips hard to his. He got caught up in that for a few minutes, until it was time for him to head home. He gave her one last kiss before heading out, and signed, "I don't like this."

"I know, but you're going to let me do it anyway. That's why you're awesome!" Bay said with a knowing smile.

Emmett rolled his eyes once more before driving away on his motorcycle. I don't like this. Talk about the understatement of the year. He just really wanted tomorrow to be over already.

The next day passed too slowly and too quickly for Emmett. He sat in his classes, his knee bouncing up and down, his eyes constantly darting to the clock on the pale yellow wall of his classroom. He didn't want to be sitting here in class; he wanted to be hanging out with his girlfriend.

The second school was over, Emmett jumped out of his chair, grabbed his books, slung his jacket over his shoulder, and ran to his bike. He hopped on, revved the engine, and hurried off to Bay's school (although still driving at a normal speed). He got to Bay's school five minutes before school ended, so he took off his helmet and leaned casually against the motorcycle, his tapping fingers the only indication that he was not as calm as the image he was trying to portray.

Bay's smile when she saw him waiting for her warmed his heart, as cheesy as that sounds. It just made him feel good to know that when she saw him, it made her happy and she'd grin.

He waved to her and she waved back, kissing him briefly when she got close enough. They zoomed off to Bay's house, without doing anything more than that. It may seem a little distant to any observers, but the truth was, it's not like they wanted to hang out by Bay's school for prolonged periods of time. It made more sense for them to leave and then have conversations when they got to their destination (Bay's house, Emmett's house, the park, wherever). After all, you can't exactly use your hands to communicate when you're riding a motorcycle.

When they got to the Kennishes', they went into the house for Bay to drop her school stuff off.

"Want a drink?" Bay asked Emmett, once they were in the kitchen, extending a bottle of water to him.

He took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a large swig. Bay looked at him with her eyebrows raised.

"What?" he asked, defensively. "Driving a motorcycle makes me thirsty, especially on hot days like today."

"Ok," she said, opening up a cabinet above the sink. "Want anything to eat?"

Emmett shook his head. "Haven't had much of an appetite since last night," and he gave Bay a pointed look.

"Oh, c'mon, Emmett. You know it's going to be harmless. Ty's a friend!"

"Yeah, but he wants more!" Emmett signed forcefully.

He saw Bay sigh. "Ok, we're not going to do this again, Emmett. I know this isn't the best situation, but we just have to deal with it!" she said.

"I don't get it. Why do we have to deal with it by you going out on a date with him?"

"I don't know what else to do in this situation," Bay said. "Come to think of it, I keep being in the middle of these crazy situations that nobody else really has, so nobody knows what to do in the situation!"

Ignoring, for the time being, the clear reference to the switched at birth situation, Emmett signed emphatically, "I know what do!" He looked at Bay with a hopeful small smile. "I can always re-type the text…"

Bay looked at him and then laughed. "Ok, ok, I know this is hard for you. But I'm not going to tell him in a text, 'Gee, Ty, you left and I moved on to my biological mother's non-biological daughter's best friend! So good luck with that surgery thing, and have a nice life!'"

Emmett gazed back at Bay, faux-confused. "Why not?"

"Because it's heartless!"

"Not to me it's not," Emmett signed with a smirk, then opened up a cabinet and grabbed a bag of chips.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry," Bay observed wryly.

"I forgot how hungry arguing with you makes me," Emmett responded with a cheeky smile.

"You know, you're lucky I like you so much," Bay said, coming closer to him.

"I know, and I like you, too," he signed.

She smiled at him, moving in for a kiss. He stopped her with a finger to her mouth. "I'd like you even more if you didn't go to dinner with Ty tonight…"

He saw Bay's reaction brewing in her eyes, and help up a hand. "Kidding, kidding. Sorry. I had to try, right?" With that, he brought her closer to him and kissed her.

"Want to go to the garage?" Emmett asked, slowly moving them back toward the door.

"I have to change before Ty comes," Bay protested weakly, in between pecks on the lips. "Ok, but only for a few minutes."

As they were exiting the house, they saw Mrs. Kennish pull in. "Hi, honey. Hi, Emmett."

"Hey, Mom, we're just going to go to the garage for a few minutes, k? See you later!"

Emmett waved and smiled at Mrs. Kennish as Bay dragged him along.

Emmett tapped Bay on the shoulder. "Do your parents know that Ty's back?"

"Yeah. They're the ones that told him I was in the garage last night. He stopped off at the house first," Bay said.

"And do they know that you're going to dinner with him tonight?"

"Well, no." Bay looked sheepish.

"Because they'd ask you why you're going out on a date with another guy when they know you're with me?" Emmett asked knowingly.

"Emmett," Bay gave him a warning look.

"Alright, alright," he held his hands up in front of him as a sign of surrender.

"Now why don't we make the most of the time we have before I have to go get ready?" Bay asked, approaching him.

He smirked at her and drew her close. "Best idea you've had today," he signed before crashing his lips down on hers.

They passed the next 25 minutes making out, hands roaming over clothing. Reluctantly, Bay pulled away. Before she could say anything to him, though, Emmett drew her back and kissed her again.

If I can just keep her here with me for a little while longer, maybe Ty will come, be sent here, walk in on us, and then no "dinner plans" needed, Emmett thought, intent on keeping his hold on Bay. He succeeded in distracting her for a few more minutes, but then she pulled away again. He pouted.

"Stay," he signed, trying to grab her arms to pull her closer again onto his lap, but she got smart and had moved out of reach.

"I have to go get changed," she insisted regretfully.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "Why?"

"Uh, because I'm not going out to dinner in my school uniform." Bay looked at him strangely. "I'm going to go. I'll text you when I'm on my way back, k?"

He shrugged.

"And then I'll drive straight to your house right after Ty drops me off," Bay promised.

"Why does he have to drop you off here first? Tell him to drop you off at my house!" Emmett wanted to know.

"Because if I've just told him that we're dating, I don't need to rub it in his face!" said Bay. "I have to go. I'll see you later, k?" and she left.

If you think I'm leaving now, Bay Kennish, you are sorely mistaken. I am staying here to spy on the guy who's taking my girlfriend out to dinner, Emmett thought.

He wandered around Bay's garage, looking at the various projects adorning the walls. He had never noticed it before he started dating Bay, but the way paintings are done can tell a lot about the person. Thick brush strokes can mean that the person is feeling passionate about something, while thinner, more delicate strokes can indicate that the person is feeling timid or gentle. He amused himself with analyzing Bay's paintings and other artwork for a little while. Then he glanced at his watch and figured that Ty would be there any minute, so he opened the door of the garage a little bit so he could peek out. Sure enough, Ty was escorting Bay to his truck, his limp noticeable.

Emmett fumed as he saw Bay laughing at something Ty said. Chill, dude, an inner voice inside him said. She's just laughing. It's not like she's kissing him.

That thought, though, lead to a lot more unpleasantness, because for the next half an hour, all Emmett could picture was Bay sitting next toTy at a table in some restaurant, saying, "And I rebounded with Emmett for a while, but he's deaf. Sure, he's not bad looking, but c'mon, you're so much hotter and you can actually hear what I'm saying." And then they'd laugh and move closer to each other so that Bay was all cozy against Ty, and then Ty would lean down and kiss Bay and kiss her again and again and again and…Emmett banged his head against the door, but the image still played over and over in his head.

Emmett jumped onto his motorcycle and sped off. He thought he had seen Ty say something to Bay about Sadie's Place, a popular restaurant in town. Every red light made Emmett antsy. He pulled into the parking lot at Sadie's place, careful to park far away from the windows of the restaurant. He hopped off his bike and hurried over to the wall near the window, careful to not be seen. He really hoped that Bay didn't happen to be looking out the window right then because if she saw him…well, let's just say, he knew it wouldn't be good for their relationship.

His eyes darted around the restaurant, hoping that Bay and Ty would be seated somewhere where he could spot them from outside. Fortunately for him, they were. He saw Bay leaning on the table slightly, a serious expression on her face, talking quickly to Ty. Ty looked serious, too, and a little bit hurt and annoyed. Emmett squinted, trying to see if he could lipread exactly what they were saying. The distance made it hard, but he was able to discern that Bay was saying something about her father and about kissing.

She's talking to Ty about kissing her father? Emmett wondered, but then he realized what she was talking about. Yes, she telling him about her and me! Ok, I'd better get out of here before she sees me.

Once Emmett got home, he waited impatiently for Bay to text him that she was on her way. It was only around 35 minutes later that the light flashed, indicating that someone was at the door. He opened it, pleasantly surprised to find Bay there.

"I thought you were going to text me-" he started signing, but before he could sign "before coming over," Bay grabbed him and kissed him hard. He wasn't complaining, but he could tell something had happened from the way she was kissing him. When they separated, he led her over to the couch and they sat down.

"You know I like you, right?" Bay signed, her movements slightly shaky. "You know I'm really happy being your girlfriend, yeah?"

Emmett nodded, concern on his face. "Bay, what happened?"

"So I went out to dinner with him, and everything was fine. We were acting like regular friends, and it was totally normal." Bay was speaking this part, impatient with her sign language abilities. The rate she was speaking at, though, was too fast for Emmett to lipread, so he laid a hand on her shoulder, calming her down. He indicated that she should slow down.

"Sorry," she said, and started to speak a little slower, incorporating a couple of signs into her speech. " Anyway, I figured that I would kind of casually tell him about you and me during dinner while telling him about everything that happened after he left. So, I told him about us, and then I explained how we got closer while looking for my dad and everything."

Emmett nodded, letting Bay know that he was following.

" First, he was a little taken aback, but then, well, then he kissed me."

Emmett stood up quickly. "HE WHAT?" he signed forcefully, his movements jerky.

"But I pushed him away! I swear! And he apologized, he did. He said that he doesn't know what came over him, but he was sorry."

Emmett sneered. "Since when is sorry enough for kissing someone else's girlfriend? I'm going to find that guy…"

"Emmett, don't! It's not worth it. He knows I'm with you, and only you. And I'm here with you right now!"

Emmett looked toward the window. "I could totally take him," he signed distractedly.

"Of course you could." Bay appeased. "But then what would be the point of me being here? You know, I came here with very little time until my curfew…"

"Fine, but only because it's close to my curfew, too, and I want to have time to have a real good talk with Ty when I confront him," Emmett replied, and then proceeded to curl up with his girlfriend on the couch, one part of his mind still on what he'd do and say when he saw Ty.

A.N. Hey, everyone! Once again, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you think, because I'm feeling a little uncertain about chapter in specific.